#XH

[hyolks]

one of my fav ode mirror selfies

[jooyeonnie]

LIVE and FALL MD Shooting Sketch — Jun Han

[jooyeonsblr]

iNSTEAD! ༒︎ jooyeon

[blues-sevenfold00]

[onedoors]

©Fallin818

[oohseungmin]

─── ✦ XDINARY HEROES’ GAON / O.DE / JOOYEON FOR SINGLES MAG. (DEC. 2023) !! ✧

[sugawhaaa]

Please please please can I request some more Gaon content (or any xdh in general), I will take literally anything of this man as everything you post is always so good 😩. As long as you want to that is 🥹

‼️🎧GAON NS/FW AUDIO🎧‼️

Length:: 2:20

Prompt:: finally letting him cum after an hour of edging 🎀

A/N:: I'm worried that ppl won't think it sounds like him but for me personally I feel Jiseoks voice would change a lot during sex, especially when being submissive

Reminder this is for pure imagination and is not intended for any other purposes

Taglist:: @zynz0 @joongiebites

[sweetyoungk]

[byemambo]

200209012 | Happy 22th Birthday Jooyeon! Xdinary Heroes - iNSTEAD! (Feat. YB Yoon Do Hyun)

Mambo's Birthday Posts [1/?]

[oddaesthetin]

junhan is probably the type of boyfriend/love interest who:

- will ask you on discord movie or anime dates late at night when he’s done with practice and couldn’t sleep but is too tired to travel, and/or when he’s at tour

- LEGO ACTIVITIES. i’ve read from somewhere that he likes assembling models (idk how to explain it but when i read it i aGREED cause he just looks like that kind of person)

- mostly when he knows you need a break. he’s not that great with words so it’d be his own little way of keeping your mind away from what’s stressing you out.

- if you like baking, he’ll probably ask you to teach him ;;; he’s a really attentive guy so learning will be easy for him. after that, he’ll always have a cookie in his pocket to give to you when you two are out and about

- he’ll share his hair ties with you anytime anywhere 💯. if you let him, he’ll do your ponytail, too

- will also let you corrupt his punk-goth-emo aesthetic by letting you put those cute little and noisy keychains on his bag ++ will let you design/paint his nails (only if you let him do yours, too ;P)

- will also be your go-to stylist for whenever you don’t have the energy or doesn’t feel like dressing up

- since he’s not big on gatherings either, if he notices that your social battery is down he’ll pull the two of you out immediately for the sake of the both of you

- the type of boyfriend who stares at you with those two lil shy and googly eyes. as an introvert, when he stares, HE STARES. and you don’t even notice it most of the time, but other people DO

- aLSO, contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’d be that shy or too much of a sub when he’s with someone he truly trust?? almost every fic i’ve read of him already established him as a puppy but gUYS, you know how they say it’s always the quiet ones 😉🙂‍↕️ (no but also bcs as someone on the introverted side, being comfy w/ people really just takes a lot of time but that doesn’t necessarily mean we cannot get accustomed to certain things 😭😭)

- will subtly kiss the back of your hand when nobody (NOBODY) is looking #alexaplayshyboybysecret

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lol my render is done id hav to byebye. ill prolly just update this list after im done being occupied w other things. this will be it for now, c ya

[hyolks]

🤘 ROCK THE WORLD !! 🤘

[jooyeonnie]

LIVE and FALL MD Shooting Sketch — Jooyeon

[boy-comics]

Hi! Could you write some fluff about xdh and their s/o sleeping together for the first time? I just thought it would be soooo cute + you are one of my favourite writers, and i just know you will make it so good like always 💜 Have a great day!

P.S. sorry if that doesn't make sense, english is not my first language

XDINARY HEROES AND SLEEPING TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME

── .✦ a/n; awh this is such a cute prompt??? and thank you so much, that means a lot to me 🥺 have a great day too <3 (and don't worry, your english is great!!)

── .✦ gunil;

he's the one who pitches the idea—hey, let's go camping for the long weekend, just the two of us. you think it sounds nothing short of refreshing, so with a campsite suggestion from a friend and the required equipment from your family's garage, you and gunil bid goodbye to the city and the stress of college for the next two days and a half.

the first day is absolutely lovely. so is the second day. it's the second night that gives you trouble.

you're swaddled in all of your sweaters and blankets, every possible escape route in your sleeping bag sealed off, and you're still cold. gunil seems to be just fine beside you, having seemed to fall asleep not long after you had insisted very convincingly that you didn't need his blanket nor his extra sweater, and you feel terribly guilty when you finally stick your arm out to poke him awake.

he's drowsy, words slurred and nearly unintelligible at first. but when you whisper that it's too cold, followed by a timid can we maybe share a sleeping bag, he suddenly gains enough consciousness to reply with startling clarity.

oh, of course, baby. c'mere, i'll warm you up.

he quickly unzips his sleeping bag while you struggle out of yours, and in record time, you're squished up against a faster-than-normal heartbeat as he zips the sleeping bag back up and wraps you in a bear hug with a contented sigh.

you're practically half on top of him. the realization that this is the first time you're sleeping with him like this, and that it's happening in the middle of the woods, keeps you up a little longer than you would like to admit. eventually, though, you fall victim to the comforting warmth surrounding you and fall asleep, wholly unaware of the love struck expression on gunil's face as you do so.

── .✦ jungsu;

you had known this was an inevitability from the beginning—you had moved everything into the apartment with him, helped him put the bed frame together, for crying out loud—but when faced with the complete picture, the queen-sized bed with two fluffy pillows and the sound of jungsu brushing his teeth in the bathroom, the reality strikes you like a hot iron.

you are still standing by your side of the bed (is it your side? should you ask?) when you hear him enter the bedroom. his footsteps tread softly over the carpet as he comes over to rest his chin on your shoulder, humming.

is everything okay?

you nod vigorously.

it's just so … domestic. you had never thought that you would have something like this, with someone like him. home. this is home.

i'm just really happy right now, you say, and jungsu presses his nose into the crook of your neck in response.

the two of you pull back the new, clean bedsheets, slip underneath them, and simply sit there for a moment, side by side. then you make the mistake of looking over at jungsu, who turns his head at the same time to look at you, and the giant smile that breaks out on his face causes you to stifle an adoring laugh.

the bedside lamp is turned off. you hold your arms out to each other and soon you are enveloped in him, buried in the smell of fresh laundry and soap and toothpaste and love. he kisses your nose and breathes you in and whispers sweet things into your ear.

goodnight, is the last thing he says to you, and you murmur it back before drifting off.

── .✦ gaon;

it had been a slight head cold at first. then came the fever, the chills, the aches and pains—and before you know it, you're stuck in bed, a migraine screaming inside your skull as you mumble to jiseok over the phone that it wasn't just eyestrain from texting him so much.

he insists on coming over. you tell him not to bother, since you don't want him getting sick too, but to no avail; not even an hour later, he's standing in the doorway of your bedroom with a grocery bag and the biggest bottle of water you've ever seen.

carefully tiptoeing over to you, he smiles and squats down to meet you at eye level, speaking in a low, soft voice. hey, you. even through your misery, you feel loved as he dutifully gets to work, feeding you soup, making you tea, calculating when you can take more painkillers.

you're already dozing on and off when he tucks you in, kissing your forehead with a gentle mwah. but as he starts to pull away, you muster the strength to whisper his name pleadingly.

can you sleep with me?

his eyes go round. he blinks several times, and a blush spreads across his face as your hand peeks out to search for his.

he quickly folds.

aw, well, since you're sick ...

beaming, he crawls underneath the covers. you cling to him while he gently scoots you over, hiding your face in his chest and embracing the warm, relieving darkness. he clings back and tangles his legs with yours. something is murmured against your head, but you're too far gone by then to understand; you don't even know the moment you fall asleep.

── .✦ o.de;

the power's out.

lightning cracks across the sky, angry bouts of thunder rumbling through the windows. wind and rain lash against the glass. you look back at seungmin as he finishes lighting the candles, and he smiles at you, shaking the match in his hand to put it out.

guess you're stuck with me for the night.

you scrunch your nose and smile back, sitting next to him on the couch. he drapes a blanket over the two of you and puts his arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

this certainly hadn't been part of the plan when you had come over after work today, warning him of an incoming rant about the coworker who had made it their mission to tick you off. but you're not one to complain about this, not when the person you're stuck with is the same guy who had patiently listened to your entire rant and still loved you enough to turn a power outage into something romantic.

(he loves you. even in your storms, he still loves you.)

you listen to the sounds of the storm together on that couch. slowly, eventually, you find yourself lying down on it, counting kisses instead of lightning strikes, heartbeats instead of claps of thunder. and as the worst of the fury outside begins to pass, the candle on the coffee table long since blown out, you let seungmin's strong and steady presence lull you to sleep, knowing that he will still be there when you wake up.

── .✦ junhan;

you invite him over because you had just gotten the biggest, softest bean bag chair ever, and of course you need him to test it out with you. hyeongjun is more than willing to oblige.

the two of you drag it to the corner of your bedroom and, with a shared giggle, plop down and sink into the thing, squishing together in the middle. it's so comfy. junhan looks as delighted as you feel, his eyes crescenting, and you want to laugh at how excited you both get over something so mundane, a bean bag chair big enough for two.

tucked against each other, you spend the rest of the afternoon blissfully—playing pvp games on your switch, listening to music, talking about your day. at some point the conversation drifts off topic and you are left holding his hand in your lap, staring at his thumb dragging slowly over your knuckles as he talks about how he wants to paint your nails again.

his voice feels like a warm blanket. eyelids growing heavier and heavier, you finally close your eyes, mumbling an agreement to whatever he is telling you before everything floats off to dreamland.

when you half-wake up, delirious, his hand is still holding yours. he is sound asleep against your shoulder, glasses askew, breaths slow and even. and you are so suddenly overwhelmed with love that you almost wake him up just to tell him as much.

but then … this is love, too. held in the silence of rest.

so you settle back, allow yourself to sink into the softness once more, embrace the stillness and the calm. you close your eyes, and you sleep. and that, in and of itself, is better than any dream.

── .✦ jooyeon;

you remember it distinctly, how he had looked at you like a kid outside a candy store, pointing and grinning expectantly upon seeing the options on the hotel booking site.

one bed, or two?

it hadn't even been a question, really.

so now, here you are, underneath the puffy white comforter in your pajamas, watching youtube videos on your phone as jooyeon exits the bathroom and makes a beeline to your shared sleeping space. you pause your video to look up at him, and he looks down at you.

hey.

hey.

with a broad, satisfied smile that is maybe also the teeniest bit shy underneath all the eagerness, he hops onto the mattress and quickly slides under the covers to join you. when he rolls onto his side to face you, propping his head up with his hand, you follow suit and roll onto your side as well, curious as to what he's going to say next.

his head drops onto his pillow, cozy.

so if i married you, i could see you like this every night? for free?

your face explodes with heat. jooyeon cackles as you swat his arm, blocking his face as you attempt to pinch his cheeks for hitting on you so shamelessly while looking like that, your scolds dissolving into laughter as he wrestles your hands against your sides.

(you don't say no. and as you turn off the lights and snuggle into each other, your fingers buried in his hair as he splays his hand over your waist, you can't help but think, and wonder for the first time ...)

[jungsufan]

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐓 ꒱ 이주연

summary : your boyfriend was good at making the feeling feel as if you had just met, and now it meant forever

genre : fluff, jooyeon x afab!reader, proposal au tws : language author notes : idea by and for my bae mali <3 word count : 0.7k

“oh my god,” you looked down at the sea of your items scattered on the concrete patio of the restaurant your friends had taken you to for your birthday, “i’m so sorry, are you okay?” you quickly crouched down, not taking a second to let the person you’d just ran into at, practically full speed catch a glimpse of your red face. you were beyond embarrassed, and just wanted to clean your purse up as quickly as it had fallen.

you kept repeating apology after apology picking up your wallet, loose change, nail glue, bandaids, tweezers and whatever else you’d stuffed into the (big enough to be a duffle) bag you called your ‘mom purse’.

you heard a small chuckle, “you sure do have everything anyone could ever need in there.” only now did you look at him, and, holy shit was he the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. “but, i should be asking if you’re okay.”

your eyes were blown wide, stutters threatening to leave your parted lips. you felt even more foolish getting flustered by someone’s looks, but you really couldn’t help it — you’d blame it on the bottomless mimosas — everything about the man complimented him; sharp nose, sharp eyes and sharp jaw, defined cheekbones, shaggy ashy-colored hair, lips that looked so beyond kissa —

“uh, don’t forget this too.”

his hand felt comforting within your own, fingers digging into, and over, your knuckles softly as he sat opposite of you.

“i can’t believe you handing me my tampon was what got me your number.”

he laughed from above you, “well, you did spill that big ass purse you always carry around, you’re lucky i bought you a new one, the strap was gonna break on you.”

you hummed, “maybe it’d have spilled in front of another cute man then.” he huffed a whine at you, “do you think he’d give me his number?”

“no, i bite.” he deadpanned, and you laughed, “i’m serious, i’ll scare them away — i’ll buy you so many new purses, they’ll never spill again.”

“joo, you’re joking, but i was actually mortified, it was so embarrassing.”

“you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“y-you — liar — ” you mimicked a gag, “i’m adding that to the list of things to never say to me again.”

he shrugged, looking to the night sky; only being illuminated by the fairy lights and stars that littered against the clear atmosphere. “too bad i have selective hearing, did you say something?”

you swatted his hand away from you, “nevermind!” you pouted playfully, “i won’t ever say anything again.”

“no!” he once again slotted his fingers with yours reaching across the white tablecloth, “you love to talk. that’s why we get along so well — two yappers, as you call us.”

“if you aren’t talking to me,” he started to get up, however you really didn’t know what for. he continued, “how are you supposed to say i do?”

you looked in his eyes, for anything to tell you he was just fucking around. but when you couldn’t detect any, you were convinced that the feeling coursing through you was the same anticipation from when you first met; for the past, for the memories, for the laughter, tears and everything that came after. he was ethereal, but he was still just the same man you had spilled your entire purse in front of. the same man you thought the stars must’ve aligned for. the same man you dreamt of when you were just a kid stuck in fairytale-land.

you nervously laughed, “w-what are you doing, joo?” your heart was beating too quickly right now as he reached into his pocket. everything was spinning around you except the man you kept your attention on him.

it was all happening so fast.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been holding onto this,” he pulled out a ring, it sparking in the moonlight, “i’ve thought a lot, and if it was our last night on earth i’d want it to be with you. every time. love isn’t a strong enough word to describe the feelings i’ve always had for you. be my wife, y/n. please?”

he was everything to you, and you didn’t know how to describe that any better than fate. maybe the red-string theory wasn’t folklore, because this love was for forever, and then whatever came after that.

“yes.”

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